Page 132 of Pure Recklessness

‘Just a bit!’ I replied, my eyes the size of saucers.

‘I’ll leave you alone to admire them. If you need me, just press the button and it will connect you straight to me.’ He pointed to a keypad on the wall. ‘I’m off to collect Mr Devlin from the airport.’

‘Okay. Thanks again.’

‘Pleasure.’ He smiled, then disappeared back into the lift.

As soon as the doors closed, I sprinted to the windows.

These views were spectacular. The penthouse overlooked the River Thames and the sun had just set, so the lights from the riverside buildings shimmered across the water.

My head swivelled from left to right, taking in the iconic landmarks. I spotted the Houses of Parliament, Big Ben, the London Eye and even St Paul’s Cathedral in the distance.

This was insane.

Just like Blake’s living room.

The cream and charcoal décor was understated yet luxurious. Dark oak flooring, huge cream leather sofa, large stone coffee table, fireplace, contemporary modern art hanging on the walls and a very comfortable-looking armchair strategically placed by the window.

The terrace looked bigger than my parents’ entire house. I was desperate to step outside to admire the views and also explore the rest of the penthouse, but I’d wait until Blake arrived. It was important that he knew he could trust me. And opening the terrace door might trigger an alarm.

So instead, I sat on the armchair, pulled out my phone and listened to my latest audiobook.

I must’ve drifted off, because when I opened my eyes, the sky was black and only illuminated by the stars.

‘Ellie,’ a deep gravelly voice sounded.

Blake was here.

He turned on a lamp and I squinted as I took in the gorgeous sight of him.

‘H-hi!’ I smiled. My stomach fluttered. I was so excited to see him. ‘I didn’t hear you come in. You’ve got a really lovely place. The views are stunning! How was your trip? And your flight? How was⁠—’

‘Ellie,’ he growled, his gaze fixed on mine. ‘There’s a time and a place for small talk. This isn’t it. I don’t want to discuss the views, my trip or my flight. I’m stressed, horny and I want to fuck your tight pussy. If that’s not what you want, please leave now.’

Damn.

Talk about not mincing his words.

I should have found what he’d just said rude and abrasive, but instead, his words sent tingles racing through me.

My clit throbbed with need and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

‘No,’ I said, my breath ragged. ‘I want it.’

‘What do you want?’ he asked. ‘I need to make sure it’s clear.’

‘I want you to fuck me.’ I sat up straighter. ‘Is that clear enough for you?’

‘Crystal.’ He pressed a button and the glass panels slid open before disappearing completely into the walls, so the living room and terrace became one continuous space that gave us uninterrupted views of the Thames. ‘Seeing as you like the views so much, I’m going to fuck here so you can enjoy them. But first, spread your legs. I haven’t eaten properly since lunch and I’m hungry.’

My eyes popped and my mouth fell open.

‘You want to… here?’ I stuttered. ‘Should I shower first?’

‘If I wanted you to taste of soap, I’d pour myself a glass of shower gel. Do I have to repeat what I need you to do or are you capable of following instructions?’

‘No. I mean, yes. I can follow instructions.’